The sun is always there. Up there in the sky. Even if you can’t see it, it’s still there, right? Well, this story kind of proves that you’re wrong. Sort of...
Usually I wake up bright and early to the sounds of birds chirping and the smell of beautiful breakfast pulling me downstairs. Okay, maybe that was a bit exaggerated, but I do rip myself from the comfort of my bed and groggily slump my way down the stairs to see the early sun pouring it’s light into my kitchen (my average reaction is to hiss at the light like a goblin and yank the blinds down.)
Though I might not wake up like snow white every morning, I do eventually get around to appreciating the
sunshine. The other day I really couldn’t have appreciated the sun. Not because I stayed up too late the night before arguing over Pictionary with my best friend and had slept in way too late, but because I really COULD’NT have
appreciated it. It wasn’t there.
After I rubbed my eyes a couple hundred times and bumped into every wall possible to find a clock, I figured out that I should have turned the lights on. It took a while for me to have found the light switch, but the glow in the dark stickers I put on my walls when I was six acted as a guide. I looked out of my bedroom window to see that every other house had all their lights on too. So I wasn’t going mad. I tripped down most of the stairs and headed out what I assumed was the front door to see what all the fuss was about.
I walked out to a darkened street filled with the screams of my neighbour’s children. The man from next door (who surprisingly resembled Ned Flanders) decided he couldn’t take it and yelled at the top of his lungs, “Someone has SNAFFLED our SUN!” Who even says that? I supposed it’s not anything weirder than what you would have expected from a man always wears his dressing gown and crocs. An ear piercing scream stood out from the rest and made
everyone silent. “DON’T LET HIM GET AWAY!” I couldn’t really see who had said that, but it’s sounded like Ms Jenkins’ old frail tone. I didn’t know if she was just reminiscing about her husband dying or if it was an actual worrying matter. started to wonder why everyone else was up and why it was so dark.
“MWA-HA-HA!” A booming voice yelled and sent people hiding in fear. “Cliché, much?” someone said in the distance while they cleared their throat. Lightning struck the innocent voice. Cue more screams. Everyone was now inside their homes and I was left as the only one out on the street to face the voice. A dim light from the sky began to appear, growing into a huge, incandescent glow. A face appeared on the huge white surface. “You futile imbeciles! It is I, THE MOON!” It boomed again. I was considering running back, but I didn’t want to get struck by lightning. How can the moon even control lightning? The moon continued speaking, “I have taken your sun and won’t give it back unless you can pay the appropriate ransom.” I stood in silence. “Aren’t you a bit small to steal the sun?” I quietly questioned. “Everyone ALWAYS underestimates the moon! Well, if you’re not willing to pay my fee, say bye-bye to your only little sun, I guess…” Hang on, he didn’t even tell me what the ransom was. “Um, Mr Moon, sir, what exactly is the ransom for our, um, sun?” I began to get really worried. What if we couldn’t afford his cost? Well, what if I, considering everyone else was gone.
“My cost is simple yet a challenge. You are to provide me with the most culminating, nonpareil stack of pancakes known to human kind.”Pancakes. This guy took our main source of light just to get his hands on a stack of pancakes?I’m not even sure that he had hands! “Any problems?” he spoke bitterly. “Oh there’s only a minor problem. I can’t cook.” I gulped. Maybe I could’ve got Mrs Jenkins to cook some for me? At that very thought, I heard the front door of Mrs Jenkins’ house slam shut. I guess not then… “Very well. You are to prepare it by nine o’clock and meet me right here. Goodbye.”And with that, the moon disappeared. Did he not hear me? Wait, did he say nine o’clock? It had just ticked to eight thirty-five right then! I decided to somehow begin cooking for him.
